You're beautiful, but it really bothers me that people don't know how to deal with you. This is Upstate NY. You've been coming here every winter since the dawn of time. You think people around here could get it together.
Your days are numbered. I am going to be kicking you out of my life this year, and there is NOTHING you can do about it. I can't wait to show you the door once and for all!
Dear Cold Wind,
You are starting to turn me into a hermit. I don't want to leave the house because I know that you are waiting for me outside.
Ever since I cut my hair you have been plaguing my head, making me look ridiculous, and driving me INSANE. I am seriously contemplating rubbing drier sheets in my hair to get rid of you. Why do you have to be so annoying?